hold my wrists...tie me down.....let the reign of hate fall down..
You will not win this time, taking back whats mine.
Scribbling down all these thoughts...ripping at my mind like hungry dogs
Stumble around in this thick fog, trying to find what things mean, hoping this is just a horrid dream.
Tripping, slipping.... but I will keep getting up dirty,scratched and bruised.
I am stronger with every hurt, lovelier with every new scar, smarter with every war.
I am a warrior against my own darkness, fighting without a sword.... using what I can and know to give the final blow. These words are my army protecting whats left.
S
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